I wonder what Love looks like, is he the peaceful sound of the night? Or is he wild like the waves crashing against the rocks?
I wonder where he is right now . Have we seen each other somehow? Or is he waiting somewhere across the world?
Wherever it whoever he is , I hope he knows that there’s a hearth beathing for him.
And one day we’ll see each other and time will slow down, And it’ll feel like we’ve known each other somehow .
And that’s it. The rest will be history .